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as we might speak of the body of an oak in comparison with two of its 
branchlets. 
** My tongue hath sworn, my mind is still unsworn."—Evnr». ; Hippo- 
lytus. 
79. Haere ana a Manawareka, noho ana a Manawakawa. 
Well-pleased goes off, Bitter-mind remains behind ! 
Meaning: He who has got what he wanted goes away rejoicing; while 
he who has given without any return gift, trusting to the others’ promises, 
endures the pangs of disappointment and regret. 
80. Tee whai patootoo a Rauporoa ! 
Long-Bulrush did not strike loudly and repeatedly (so as to be 
heard)! or, Long-Bulrush gains nothing by his repeated 
attempts at hitting! 
This proverb is used by, or for, a person who returns without that for 
which he went. It is one of deep meaning to an old Maori (though little 
understood by the present younger ones), and always evokes a laugh; but 
requires a little explanation. 
The Raupo plant (— Bulrush, T'ypha angustifolia), which is here 
figuratively personified, grows in watery places and in the water; the tips 
of its long narrow numerous leaves are always agitated with the least 
breeze, and are naturally carried by the same in one direction before the 
wind; hence, they invariably keep the same distance from each other, or, 
if they clash, their striking is not heard, and is productive of no result. 
Moreover, as the longest plants grow only in the deeper water, the saying 
may also have a latent reference to the greater difficulty in gathering the 
flowering spikes from such tall plants ; for, in the summer season, parties 
went among the Raupo specially to gather the dense heads of flowers for 
the purpose of collecting their pollen, when only a smaller quantity could 
be obtained from the over-long plants, owing to their extra height above 
and to the greater depth of water below, etc., though attended with much 
more labour. This pollen, in its raw state, closely resembled our ground 
table-mustard ; it was made into a light kind of yellow cake, and baked. 
It was sweetish to the taste, and not wholly unlike London gingerbread. 
Thirty years ago, specimens of it, both raw and baked, were sent to the 
Museum, at Kew. I have seen it collected in buckets-full. 
81. Hei te tau koroii ! and, Hei te tau ki tua ! 
Put off till the season in which the white pine tree bears its fruit ! 
(which is not, however, every year); and, Atthe season yet to come. 
82. He iramutu tu kee mai i tarawahi o te awa. 
A nephew stands carelessly (or, without regard) on the opposite side 
of the river, 
